then some strange man shows up and is trying to lure me from the house because somehow i had something he needed...but i knew i was safe in the house and refused to leave with him.
now i've been grabbing naps here and there, halfway dreaming about EKG's and depolarization, of v-fib's and treatments...
next nap, i'm running through the street with my trusty feathered friend running along with me, protecting me...as we approach the car, out swings this tomb-raider wannabe...my god! she was wearing a g-string! and a tank top! and giving me a lecture about how men want this (her) and gesturing to her parts...as if she had the time to give me the lecture before attempting to kick my ass...so, me being me..i quip that if she's so damned great, why the hell is she sleeping with old ugly men when and if she even got them?? i have to laugh that as i'm thinking i need to change into my fighting clothes, i have the time to fit in a pretty deflating insult to this bimbo who thinks she's getting the "secret tape" or whatever i have that she wants...
throughout the entire affair, my trusty bodyguard is watching and laughing knowing full well, ms. bimbo is about to get her senses knocked back to 1985...
i'm freakin' wired...sitting home on a sunny 80 degree day, studying my butt off...
i'm packing a d-fib in my back pocket for the next dream to revive ms. bimbo so that i can finish her off...